The blood was a dark trail on Arthur's pale arm.
He had torn the IV out with a force that spoke of a deep, unyielding pain. Sarah rushed in, her hands firm as she grabbed his arm.
"Stop! You’re going to bleed out!" she shouted.
The heart monitor alarms were a frantic accompaniment to her movements. She bandaged the wound, her face a mask of professional concern.
""She bled here too," Arthur whispered, his trembling hand seeking hers. "I couldn't stop it. I watched the life leave her, and I felt like my own was going with it. I just wanted to finish what she started.""
Sarah squeezed his hand, her eyes meeting his. "She didn't start a death, Arthur. She lived a life. And she’d want you to do the same."